The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3) (49 page)

I turn her around and begin to undo the tiny fastenings on her wedding gown.

“Shit - the designer was really having a laugh at my expense with this dress, weren’t they? Little buttons and man fingers are not a good mix.” She leans forward, baring her back more and I gulp, her skin was like cream.
 

Finally I’m done and I run a finger down her spine from her neck to the base and tap and she wiggles, allowing the stunning lace gown to shiver and drop over her hips seamlessly to cloud in a pool around her legs. Taking my hand for balance she steps out of it, and I hear my breath hitch as I capture her reflection in the silver mirror to our right.

“My, darling - you are exquisite. And ALL mine!! My deep voice breaks with emotion.

She wore no bra, only the garter belt we’d purchased in Paris and the pearl thong, with ivory lace hold ups, a pale blue ruffle over one leg and her silver Jimmy Choo’s. She moves to hang the wedding dress on the wardrobe door, and I admire her shapely behind, shrugging out of my jacket, waistcoat cravat and shirt before slipping off my trousers in record time, then I watch mesmerised and dry-mouthed as she walks in all her finery towards me. Her diamond earrings swaying at her lobes and beautiful firm breasts bouncing.

“So, husband of mine, let’s make this official.”

I growl, removing my dress shirt and tie as her hands stroke up my chest, our lips joining eagerly and our hearts beating in sync, knowing exactly what is about to happen. Her hand travels downwards to undo the button and zipper on my pants and his painfully hard cock springs out, pre-cum moistening the head. I lock eyes with her, willing her to take a look and she does, her eyes growing wide, as she gazes down at my length and girth and the sight of her small pink tongue flicking out between her lips is my undoing.

I grab for her, drawing her to me by her waist, her breath knocked from her momentarily. “I want to go down on you, baby!” Her eyes still fixed on my cock.

“No, baby, not this time."
 

Lifting her into my arms I carry her over to the waiting bed, and lay her gently down before removing my remaining clothing and grabbing for her. She clasps my face, drawing me to her, lust written all over her face. Those red lips pouting and mouth open on a half-breath. She looks so sexy.

Her limes assess me inquisitively and I grin wickedly before kissing both breasts and lick a trail from her nipples to her navel, nuzzling there a moment before settling between her thighs, I drop to concentrate on that sexy little mole just above the back of her knee, planting a kiss there - she is perfection, especially when I look up and see her spread out for me, her sweet pussy begging to be seen to next.

“God, baby, I can't get enough of your scent! Mrs. Silver is now on the tip of my tongue.”
 

Her gorgeous blush is sexy as hell, as it flushes her breasts and lady parts, and I blow gently, before dropping a kiss on both inner thighs, which quiver in anticipation.My tongue swirls inside of her circling her plump clit, all the while, I reach up and stroke her
 
beautiful breasts with featherlight touches, before playing with her nipples which have hardened into tight pebbles - within seconds she has shattered around my lips, sobbing my name. I thrust a finger, them two inside of her and she rotates around them moaning in pleasure at the invasion. “Oh, baby!”  

I gaze up at her, my face buried between her thighs, and blow her a kiss. "I love you so much, lady Lu.”

Moving up her body, I take a second to just hold her to me, inhaling her scent, as we watch one another for what seems like an age, her gaze finally drops to my lips. She’d never stared at me so thoroughly, I felt vulnerable - like she was looking deep into my very soul.

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Her words are simple.

“And you, Mrs. Silver, were created for me.” And she was - she was mine. At last.
 

I lean down brushing my lips delicately against hers, electricity instantly flaring. My hands find her breast and she arches her back, moaning into the room; her nails on my back. Our passion had been escalating all day, fuck the last week if you counted the abstinence. I’d not been inside her for a whole week. My cock twitches in acknowledgement and my lips find the beating pulse at her neck, biting delicately as I repeat a long leisurely lick from one areola and tip, to the other nipple, both so tightly erect that when I fasten my mouth over the right rosy bud - her screams of pleasure echo into the room.

“Baby!”

I cup her behind, loving the feel of the silky fabric and the suspenders against my hands, her stockings turned me on immensely, especially with her shoes on. She was branded from her scent to the soles of her feet, with
my
name - now she’d taken it legally and I couldn’t be happier.

I climb over her and cradle her stunning face, our hearts beat against one another, our groins pulsing, desperate to unite and I stare deep into her limes. “You and me, always and forever.”

“Take me, baby. Fuck me, please.”

I grab her thighs and drag my nails over the bare parts, watching her eyes grow hooded.
 

“I want you so badly.”

“Oh you do, do you?” I tease, crawling up her delectable body, my thick cock seeking entrance. “”Who’s the impatient one now?”
 

“I don’t care - I want to feel my husband inside of me - share another ‘first’ with you.” Her hands grab my behind and I groan.

“Ok, Mrs. Silver, let's consummate this marriage - “make love for the first time as man and wife.”

I lift her legs around my waist and in one smooth thrust, my cock is buried to the hilt inside of her hot wet pussy and placing both hands under her bottom to sink me even deeper within her addictive body and changing the angle, so that my thrusts go deeper, I reach that spot that makes her moan my name out loud.
 

Arching her back against the pillows, she opens herself to me, gasping with the exquisite sensations we are creating with our body and the friction of our mating. I slow down, pulling out almost completely, before slowly pushing back in, rotating my hips and thrusting more powerfully again and again. In and out, back and forth

"Don't stop, Seb! God - please don't stop, baby!

“I have no intention,
wife
,” I murmur her new title.
 

I thrust strongly, never breaking rhythm as those sexy nails score at my back, the glorious sensations overwhelming me as I try to push deeper inside of her slickness.

"That's it, baby, I can feel you - you're almost there - I fucking love you!

Our fingers entwine, and I watch her face, lost in the moment, both reaching our bliss together, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I feel the warm rush of my release, begin at the base of my spine, cup under my balls and shoot deep inside her, my groan triggers another orgasmic scream, from her lips

As I collapse onto her chest I hold her tightly to me, thanking God for this woman who is my world and now my beloved wife

“That’s it - it’s official, no getting away.”

Her lips find mine and we share a passionate lingering kiss, full of contentment as our

hearts regain their usual rhythm. She pulls away to press soft kisses on my bare shoulder.

“Oh, baby, you’re stuck with me

“I can live with that, wife, happy to in fact.”

*******

We return to our guests slipping back into the ballroom and on to the dance floor like we’d never left. The odd person had noticed but it was our prerogative to enjoy one another on our wedding day. Suzie finds us almost the second we are back in the throng, raising her brows knowingly and giving us complicated cuddles due to her expanding waistband, before making her excuses so she can go relax upstairs and rest the ‘turkey’ and I don’t blame her - I’m tired and I’m not carrying a 35 week pregnancy around with me.

We dance until the early hours, laughing and celebrating our happiness with our friends and family until finally when the balls of my feet are burning and my back aches like I’ve been gardening for days, the clock strikes midnight and like Cinderella at the ball,
 
I advise my husband that I am retiring for the night. Maybe
 
it was the early pregnancy hormones I don’t know but suddenly I am exhausted.

I head up to the suite alone, leaving Seb to say goodnight to a few extra people and gaze around to see that rose petals have been strewn over the waiting bed since we’d last been here and a huge silver ice bucket awaits us, holding a bottle of Laurent Perrier Cuvée Rosé - shame I wouldn’t be indulging.

I then undress before grabbing a quick shower. Undoing my hair and removing my make-up is bliss, and just as I’m about to slip into bed naked, the fire roaring in the hearth - I change my mind and retrieve the Helmut Newton inspired charcoal lace gown I’d bought in Paris for our honeymoon. I add the matching thong, drape the silver body chains over my breasts and across each hip and spray myself liberally with my signature ‘Mrs. Silver’, before collapsing on the bed.
 

*******

It is here that Seb finds me, an hour later. Waking me, with featherlight kisses and words of love, his hands on my breast.

“You look like Sleeping Beauty, Mrs. Silver.”

“And you are my Prince Charming, annoyingly waking me from my sleep…” I grumble twitching my nose, my eyes remaining closed.

“My wife, is grumpy. Are you too tired to let your husband take you a second time officially as man and wife?”

“I’m not sure…” I stir, giving him my back, in the spoon position, the smoke grey laced negligee slipping open as I slip my leg out and slide it up onto Sebastian’s. “…it depends upon how convincing you can be.”

I hear my voice, thick with sleep but full of seduction and as I turn to face my husband, the light from the fire casting shadows over his muscular naked body, I shudder. He swoops in and takes me in his arms stroking my bare outer thigh, and reaching up to clasp my revealed breast to my sighs, the silver chains scattering across my nipples and creating immeasurable pleasure. I make fast work untying the gown and then draw his lips to mine, my body full of desire for this beautiful man who smells of vanilla, lemon musk and bourbon - pure unadulterated male.
 

“It’s never enough, baby, is it?” I stroke his chest and reach to cup his balls.

“Never, thank God and it only gets better.”

*******

We are curled up asleep in each other’s arms when I hear a phone ringing persistently.
What
time is it?

I locate my iPhone on the bedside table and notice I’ve had three missed calls, one from my parents and two from Gino. SHIT! FINN!

I throw the duvet covers back and dash over to the wardrobe, quickly rummaging through my drawers for clean underwear. I quickly dress, whilst redialling Gino. No Answer! CRAP!
 
I ring my Mum’s mobile - no answer!
OMG, seriously guys - I’m having a melt down here!

I look over at my husband who is fast asleep and for a second consider leaving him to rest, then shake my head. No, he’d go mental. “Seb?” I call gently. Nothing. “Seb!” This time a little louder. Again nothing. “SEB!” the bedcover moves and he rolls over, eyes like piss holes in the snow as they adjust to the corner lamp.
 

“What’s going on?” His mood is clouded with dreams and I feel for him. My phone said it was 3am. We’d only been asleep about 40 minutes but he’d fallen deeply. As he raises his brows and stretches, I see him coming to. I continue to dress grabbing my grey jeans and a oversized grey jumper, that said ‘Mrs.’ on the front and ‘Silver’ on the back.
 

I dial my Mum and Dad, again, letting it ring out on loudspeaker.

“Who are you ringing?” Seb’s bleary voice mutters from the side of the bed, where he is sitting up attempting to stand.

“My Mum and Dad - I’ve had three missed calls, one from them and two from Gino. Somethings wrong. I feel it.”
 

He must hear the panic in my voice as he nods, takes a few strides to the wardrobes and grabs his jeans, a checked flannel shirt, and battered boots before nipping to the bathroom. “Keep ringing them, Lu. I’ll just have a pee, and get dressed and we’ll go to their room. If it’s Finn we’ll sort it - don’t worry, baby.”

I bite my lip, hanging up as the call isn’t answered for the second time. I ring them again and again until finally someone answers.

“Hello? Mum?”

“Darling, I’m here. I’m sorry, the signal is terrible.”

“Mum, is everything alright - it’s 3am and you called. Is Finn Ok?”

“Finn’s fine - he is with Bob and Bitzi.”

“Why?”

“Your sister has gone into labour.”

I feel the colour drain from my face - she’d done too much, I knew it. “But it’s too soon? Is she Ok?“

“She’s fine, she woke up and her back was crippling her, then her water’s broke in the loo. Gino rang me straight away.”

Seb comes out of the bathroom at the moment and I tell him the news. “Where are you now, Mum?”

“You’re Dad and I are on our way to Holdgate Hospital now.”